Wave Machines - The Greatest Escape We Ever Made

Under Spanish skies we would drive on a vapor to the sea,
We would watch the night losing height push the sun into the trees,
Keep our hands held tight, knuckles white where the blood is s'posed to be,
Darkness bleeding starlight that would bring us to our knees.

I talk to you on telephones we made,
From tin cans we found lying in the shade,
A dream of being in hiding for a lifetime,
Was the greatest escape we ever made.

Spending every day on our backs blowing clouds across the sky,
Throwing time away cos we can cos we're never going to die,
We could be stars, come out in the dark.

I talk to you on telephones we made,
From tin cans we found lying in the shade,
A dream of being in hiding for a lifetime,
Was the greatest escape we ever made.

Where did you go, come back to me,
Oh sweet desire and constancy,
And so the thing that makes us bleed
Will beat its last, will cease to be.